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He met Ensign Vaneski just coming out, and gave him a broad smile. "Mister Vaneski, I got troubles." Vaneski smiled back worriedly. "Yes, sir. I guess we all do. What is it, sir?" Mike gestured at the bundle under his arm. "I abraded the sleeve of my suit while I was working today. I wish you'd take a look at it. I'm afraid it'll need a patch."
He took out the letter from the envelope and read a line or two with a sigh, and another line or two with a laugh. "But your English girls are strange!" he said again. "Here is an instance, an example, fallen by accident from my cigarette-case. M. le Commandant, I will read it to you, that you may see how strange they are." One of Plessy's subalterns extended his hand and laid it on his sleeve.
"So, you see, you owe me nothing," I wound up. She wiped her eyes and took hold of me by the sleeve. "I will tell you what I owe you," she said. "Food when I was hungry; kindness when I was wretched; your time, your care yes, and the risk of your life. If you had had your way you would have given me all that money. You Mr. Levy, you say that it is just a matter of business.
Continually she plucked him by the sleeve and cried out to him as she panted after and he strode resolute on. It was a bitter night, yet it did not seem to be the cold that she feared, ill-clad though she was, but the trams and the ugly shops and the glare of the factories, from which she continually winced as she hobbled on, and the pavement hurt her feet.
He lay quite still, his clothes covered with mud. Terrified, Nedda plucked at Kirsteen's sleeve. "What is it?" "Concussion!" The stillness of that blue-clothed figure, so calm beside her, gave her strength to say quietly: "Put him in my room, Aunt Kirsteen; there's more air there!"
Dear Uncle Peter: When I cut loose with the observation that men were all in at 40 and rauss mittim at 60 I kept several exceptions up my sleeve. The exceptions include you, Uncle Peter, and myself also.
By the evidence of the white sleeve alone I might have remained unconvinced, although upon the voyage I had become familiar enough with the drill shooting-jacket, but the presence of the gray felt hat was almost conclusive. The man overboard was Nayland Smith!
But that handkerchief is worth everything; because it must belong to the vile wretch who committed the crime, and it will help to prove my innocence. Where is it?" "The Grand Jury is setting on it." Here Dyce looked cautiously around, and tip-toed to the door; finding it ajar, closed it, then stole back. Putting her lips close to Beryl's ear, she whispered: "Did you lose a sleeve button?" "No.
The fool is mad!" Zahra clutched at her father's sleeve and pointed to a distant corner, where a tongue of flame was licking the dry woodwork and hangings. Her eyes were flashing and her lips were parted; she bent forward, following the priest with eagerness. "Allah be praised!" she breathed. "He is a Man!"
And when Blandano, unable to make out what he wanted, and suspecting a stroke of a mortal disease, turned again to the door, persisting in his intention of getting aid, the Syndic found strength to seize his sleeve, and almost instantly regained his speech. "There!" he gasped, "there! The phial! Put it down!" Captain Blandano placed it on the table, wondering much.
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